—  for the moon, who always listens  🌙 Hey you, Why do you look so blurred tonight? not glowing the way you used to, as if some part of you is tired — Or maybe, you’re just hiding your light from the world. It’s almost our time again, You know that hour when silence begins to hum, and the stars lean in to listen. I’ve been waiting for you to rise, for your face to find mine through the clouds. Funny, isn’t it? How your mood always shapes mine. When you’re shy, I become quiet